gun for hire
she’s out back hanging laundry
a slight breeze cooling
her tanned skin
methodically rehearsing in her mind
precisely what will go down
come this time tomorrow
august two thousand twenty-one
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Will we find out what happens?
that’s a good idea ~ let me sleep on it & see what happens this time tomorrow
Uhm…. let us know what happens… wait… the latest poem … is that the one?
Yes, that’s the one! Many thanks for visiting and commenting!